- The Davises introduced us to a game called "Quelf." The gist of the game is that everyone involved will be forced to make a complete fool of themselves at least once. And, once you play Quelf, you are apart of this underground club with underground language like using the word "Izzle" after sentence. Only those who play can understand. Welcome to the club, Wendi/ Laura/ Rebecca/ Amanda/ Laci/ Kristin/ Barbara S. We had a blast! Izzle.
- It's ok to wear rainboots on Sunday morning to church, especially if you are a two year old blonde haired, green eyed little girl named Zoe.
- The craft at the women's retreat was fun until I inadvertently tried super gluing myself to it.
- One day (I think it was in a different week other than this past one, but I really can't keep up) we were on our way to Mother's Day Out when Zoe started complaining of being cold. I apologized to her and explained that mama didn't have a blanket. Treson piped up from the back, "Well, mama, turn the air off." Genius. Pure Genius.
- Zoe asked me for a cookie tonight, but I had to deny the request due to uneaten dinner. Her reply? "Oh man!"
- When I was younger, my mom dubbed me with the nickname "Nosey Rosey" {Rose is my middle name}. The middle & nickname has been passed down to Miss Zoe. I can be talking to my husband in the living room while she is playing in her room and she'll come bounding out and ask, "what, mommy, what?" How'd she even know I was talking? She really thinks everyone is always talking to her or is talking about something she needs to know. Hilarious.
- Here lately I've really been burdened by the responsibility of how crucial my daily actions are in the life of my little imitators at home. There are so many days when I just wonder if we'll all make it till Daddy gets home. Us moms like to call it "survival mode." That is code for "my day is really stressful, my kids have lost their minds, no, you do NOT need another snack, oh come on, we tee-tee in the POTTY not the floor, please SHARE, stop taking that from her, just a minute, get dressed and in the car NOW, can I just go to the bathroom ALONE, stay calm, mama and WHERE IS YOUR FATHER???" However, while those days are survival mode for me, they are learning mode for my kids. It really hit me hard today when Treson didn't want to get dressed for church. I, myself, my composed/ mature/ peaceful little self started WHINING AT HIM!!!!!! I actually was like, "Treeessooon, pleeeaase get dressed, please."But it was with that "pl-eee-eee--aaa-s-ah" bouncing type of request. Once I caught myself I snapped out of it. I thought, "All this time I thought the whining came from HIS side of the family." Ha! Not really, but I couldn't believe the fussiness that came out of this mama over not getting my way {dressed kid}.
- SO much more to come, but I keep falling asleep. So much for working. On to dreaming.
4.27.2009
This week aboard the Behn Trehn
This has been on one of those weeks where I was so stinking busy, but didn't really get anything accomplished. Or so it feels. And yet, at 12:15 am as I finally sit down to do some work, I really just need to clear my mind from the happenings of the week.
4.08.2009
If I had...
I used an earlier post as an application for a scholarship to the She Speaks Conference. This is for women who want to have a ministry in writing, blogging, and/or speaking.
I didn't win.
I was ok at first. Then I was bummed. I've been praying for confirmation that doing this sort of thing is a direction that God is leading me, not just something I personally want to do. I just knew that winning the scholarship would be just the confirmation I needed. So, when I didn't win, I felt a little bit at a loss.
Then, I thought, what the heck? All this means is that if I'm meant to go to the conference, I have to opportunity to see God move in an unexpected way to provide the means to make it happen. I have a friend who is young and recently found out she has ovarian cancer. I thought, what if that was me? If I found out today that I have cancer, what would I want to do?
I would want to write.
I would want to speak.
I would want to share.
I don't even know if I'm really any good at any of the above. Really good. I mean, my mom says I'm good, but I'm not sure if that counts.
So, I've resolved to start writing my story. To start with the Happy Birthday. To start with the knock. To start with the news. To start with the whys, the when & the how.
And maybe, just maybe, when my time here is done, I won't leave this Earth wishing that I would have just done what I always wished I would.
"Vacation"
Just for starters, I've decided that for me, a vacation from vacation is necessary. Having preschool aged children just doesn't allow for much rest.
Particularly not if the "vacation" includes caring for a 4-year-old who threw up for 3 days straight. Particularly if the days were expected to be spent basking in the warmth of the sun, but instead, we had very chilly weather to go with our tank tops. Particularly if our plans just didn't go according to plan.
While things haven't gone exactly right, I have...
- been able to make a complete fool of myself because I am now a Quelf junkie.
- had some really good homemade eats.
- spent quality time with my family.
- not spent day in and day out cleaning up after everyone.
- had some time to myself.
- had a blast with the Davises, growing our friendship in Christ.
- gotten away.
- missed home.
- not worked much.
- decided that I like when things don't go as planned always, unless, of course, it involves vomit.
4.01.2009
What Could Have Been
I'm so grateful. Not for the relief that quiet brings a tired mama, but because things could be different.
Earlier today when I picked Treson & Zoe up from school, I was loading them into the car as usual. Treson is old enough to get in by himself. For some off the wall reason, he was standing by the car and just took off running after a bird... in the parking lot. Mind you this is after school. Cars are everywhere. I just screamed at him and he immediately returned. After a good scolding, I got very emotional as I realized the magnitude of what Could Have Been. Just the thought makes me want to vomit.
After quite a crazy day, I'm tired, but so glad that I was fortunate to be the parent of Treson's choice for putting him to bed. I laid next to him praying and crying. I'm so glad he was too tired to notice.
Thank You, Lord, for Your protection over Your children. I trust that You love them more than I do.
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